Listening to Cthulhu's roar, those old rulers finally quieted down and agreed with Cthulhu's words, after all, power is the most important thing in the Cthulhu god system, and more importantly, this time the distribution of benefits is indeed carried out by Cthulhu, if it provokes it, just pit you, and assign the rather poor Xiaoqian World to yourself, then you really can't cry

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"First of all, welcome all the rats in the stinking ditch to this banquet." Glancing coldly at the Old Rulers present, Cthulhu said with a cold gaze and a faint threat in his tone.

"The purpose of convening everyone today is not for anything else, but for the game life contest that is only held once in these tens of millions of years."

"In the preliminary finals, we invested 1,300 small worlds, successfully defended 300 small worlds, and successfully plundered 1,600 small worlds. In total, there are six hundred small thousand worlds that can be used for distribution. ”

Cthulhu, who had a report in his hand, pretended to read it.

Listening to Cthulhu's words, the Celestial Voice asked the Old Ruler beside him with some confusion, "When did we run those small worlds?" ”

Listening to the question of the sound of the celestial body, the unknown old ruler of the evil form looked at the voice of the celestial body strangely, and said, "You ask me, who shall I ask?" And it shouldn't be asked when we run those small worlds, but when we invest in those small worlds, I remember the small worlds I used to bet on, but never invested. ”

The conversation between the Celestial Voice and the unknown Old Ruler was not the first or the last, and at the same time as Cthulhu's words fell, the Old Rulers were strangely arguing, and even some of the Old Rulers who didn't like each other had already started fighting.

At this moment, the chaotic monsters of the Cthulhu god system disregard the order, and the characteristics of the sublime chaos are fully revealed, which is vividly embodied. Of course, the most important thing is that this benefit is not too high, just plundering such a small world, it is not enough for these chaotic monsters of the Cthulhu god system to be distributed, and it is precisely because of this that they are so presumptuous.

If the six hundred Thousand Worlds are about to be assigned, these Old Rulers are sure to listen to Cthulhu in relative silence without a single murmur.

"Quiet!" Listening to the more and more presumptuous noise, the noisy and impatient Haskar, the king of yellow, who was standing next to Cthulhu, spoke indifferently.

Hasta's words set off a terrifying storm on top of this evil god banquet, and that terrible storm directly overturned many of the old rulers, and the terrifying power made those old rulers whose strength was not as good as that of the yellow-clothed king Hasta shudder.

Hasta, the lord of the deep space star sea, the king of yellow clothes, is worthy of his name. He is worthy of being one of the strongest men in the Cthulhu Mythos, and the Ruler of the Old Days. The First Wind.

Hasta's alias is also known as "the Unspeakable" or "Lord of the Deep Sky Starry Sea", symbolizing the existence of "wind".

Legend has it that Hasta's body was imprisoned by the Old Gods on the planet Celaeno in the Pleiades, near the ruins of the ancient city of Kalksa. Itakua, Roygar, Zal and Baiaki were all members of the Hasta family.

After the room fell silent again, Cthulhu looked at Hasta, the king in yellow, dissatisfied.

Cthulhu and Hasta are nominally brothers, but of course, it's a bad brotherhood, as is well known among the Old Dominators.

Now, for the sake of the resurgence of the important Cthulhu gods, I have put aside my prejudices for the sake of the Game of Life Contest and sat down to talk calmly.

However, Cthulhu was depressed, knowing that he was not much different from Hasta's strength, so why did these damn old rulers listen to Hasta even more?

Morphological problems? Cthulhu glanced at his legs in white stockings, which were heart-warming legs that could be played with for a hundred years. After looking at the strange entity that was black in shape, full of wrinkles, with tentacles on the top, capable of flying, with sharp claws, capable of piercing human skulls and sucking out brains. There was a deep suspicion in my heart.

"Your Majesty Cthulhu, there is no need to talk about the problems of these hundreds of small worlds. Let's move on to the next topic. Frightened by the terrible winds of the Yellow King, Hasta, some of the Old Dominators looked at Cthulhu's petite body and said quickly.

The King in Yellow is terrifying, Hasta is terrifying, and many of the Old Dominators hope that this meeting will end soon, so that they can leave quickly.

It's really not a pleasant thing to stay with the king in yellow.

Moreover, it is only six hundred small thousand worlds, it is not worth gathering so many old rulers together, although now that the Cthulhu god system has declined, the power it has is not as good as before, but hundreds of small thousand worlds are not in the eyes of these old rulers, after all, there are more than six hundred heads of the old rulers present.

Everyone can't even share a small world, what kind of situation is this?

"Okay, the problem of these six hundred small worlds, put aside for now, and now let's talk about the problem of agents." Hearing the words of the Old Dominators, Cthulhu nodded slightly, and with a flick of his hand, he took out another document.

Well, in Cthulhu's opinion, six hundred small worlds is indeed not a big deal.

"It's just the preliminary area, the twelve seeded players we carefully selected and carefully cultivated, the twelve first-sequence gamers, just hung up, and even, there are less than five second-sequence gamers left, this is a shame, the biggest shame of our Cthulhu god system, and the most important thing is that without the first sequence of gamers, without a good enough agent, there is no way to get the final benefits, and there is no qualification to participate in the final benefit distribution, which is completely obliterating the possibility of our Cthulhu god system rising again, so, From now on......" Cthulhu said with a rather heartache as he held the document in his hand.

There is no way to participate in the final distribution of benefits, this is not only a problem of the Cthulhu gods, but also a problem of Cthulhu, without the distribution of the final benefits, not only will the Cthulhu gods not be able to rise again, but even Cthulhu will not be able to improve his power again.

For Cthulhu, who has come to this point, only the precious high-latitude mystical power can make Cthulhu go further.

"Well, what Xiao Ke said is not right, we are not gamers without the first sequence, but only one player with the first sequence." Before Cthulhu could finish his long paperwork, a playful voice rang out, interrupting Cthulhu's speech.

With this playful voice, a silver-haired petite beautiful girl emerged from the chaos, standing in front of Cthulhu and Hasta, it was Nyarlathotep.

I saw that Nyaratotip, who was standing in front of this large group of chaotic monsters of the Cthulhu gods, put his right hand in a scissor shape next to his green eyes, and made a gesture that was quite cute for humans, and it made people nosebleeds, but it was a gesture of complete meaning to the old rulers.

"The chaos that always lurks around you, Nayarathotep is also! Good evening, everyone! Nyara Totip, who happily greeted all the old rulers, happily stretched out his little hand and directly tore apart the "Crab Lord" Basatan in the corner of the banquet.

Just like the "Lord of Crabs" Basatan likes to tear apart the world, watching the core of the world slowly destroy, tearing apart the "Lord of Crabs" Basatan, and watching the "Lord of Crabs" Basatan quite important doppelganger be destroyed.

This is a punishment for the "Lord of Crabs" Bassatan, a punishment for the "Lord of Crabs" Bassatan for disobeying his orders, and for Zheng Shuanglong, who is now the most important player and the most important agent of the Cthulhu God Department.

Not only that, but Nyaratotip not only poisoned the doppelganger of the "Lord of Crabs" Basatan during this banquet. Even in the shallow waters of the divine kingdom of Basatan, the "Lord of Crabs", a clone of Nyaratotip is also in action.

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Shoals of the shallow sea.

At the moment when the "Crab Lord" Bassatan was dancing his crab claws wildly, venting his dissatisfaction on the earth, and venting his dissatisfaction with being defeated by a mere gamer, a chill made the "Crab Lord" Bassatan suddenly cast his eyes to the sky. Cast into the sky polluted by pitch black.

This is not a simple weather problem, if something unexpected happens to the kingdom of God, then there is only one possibility, and that is to be invaded.

"His Majesty's divine powers!?" Feeling the terrifying pressure coming from the dark sky, the "crab master" Basatan felt shocking and terrifying. Sensing this chaotic power, this familiar and terrifying chaotic power, the "Crab Lord" Basatan instantly panicked.

Oops, awful, terrible!

Shocked by the power of Neyaratotip, the "Lord of Crabs" Basatan finally remembered Neyaratotip's order, the order not to kill Zheng Shuanglong, although the "Lord of Crabs" Basatan on the whole did not kill Zheng Shuanglong, but the "Lord of Crabs" Basatan completely left Nyaratotip's order behind and directly killed Zheng Shuanglong.

The sky, the sky of the shallow beach, was torn apart.

Wandering from the indescribable chaos, entwined with the dark chaos divine power, he announced his resolute gesture to the "Lord of Crabs" Basatan.

The wriggling hybrid, after thousands of years, at the moment when the game life contest was reopened, for the first time, I wanted my compatriots to open their fangs.

Of course, Nyaratotip had no intention of killing the "Crab Lord" Basatan, who was not successful, but no matter what, he was still an old Dominator, a chaotic monster of the Cthulhu gods.

However, for violating Nyaratotip's orders, he must be punished, both as a doppelganger and as an ontology.

Here, what Nyarrathotep has is not the ultimate power of the small world, not the ultimate power of the small thousand worlds that has no way to break through the barrier of light in time and let the "Lord of Crabs" Basatan wreak havoc.

Although it is only a doppelganger, it is enough to beat the "crab master" Basatan.

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Tearing apart the clone of the "Lord of Crabs" Bassatan with his hand, Nyaratotip clapped his hands with a smile, and said hello to all the old rulers present, before turning to Cthulhu with a puzzled face, and said: "It's not that there is no first-order gamer, but there is a quite good first-order player, a gamer who is the best talent even among the first-order players." ”

"Your Majesty Nyaratotip, who are you talking about?" Suspiciously, he looked at the document in his hand, which had a record of the agent of the Cthulhu God Department in the Game Life Competition, and Cthulhu, who still hadn't found the result, looked at Nyara Totip suspiciously, and asked.

"Didn't your doppelganger report back to you? This super funny little guy was introduced to me by your clone. Looking at Cthulhu's doubts, Nyaratotip said with a happy smile.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty Nyaratotip, those clones of mine are all in the small world, and they haven't come back yet." Listening to Nyarrathotep's words, Cthulhu said with some abruptness.

"No, you don't need to apologize, Kezi, you've done a great job this time. Quite a credit. Happy, and about to dance, Nyara Totep grabbed Cthulhu's hands and pulled her into his arms. Said happily.

"It's great to be able to help His Majesty Nyaratotip, and to be able to help the Cthulhu gods." Cthulhu didn't care at all about being pulled into Nyaratopep's arms.

Only a handful of the chaotic monsters of the Cthulhu clan have human feelings. The vast majority of people look at food. Does the affection of the food matter?

"Helped a lot." Looking at the expressionless Cthulhu, the somewhat boring Nyara Totip, nodded heavily.